Dimmu Borgir - Shadows of a Thousand Perceptions

To you, fellow traveler
Excommunicated on your own path
Despised for your own wicked force
Illusive dreams got you nowhere
Trove of secrets, right here

Sharpen the blade
At the heart of the wound
For it shall be
The deepest carving
Sharpen the blade
At the heart of the wound
For it shall be
The deepest carving

Shackled to the anchor of yearning
Endless wonder of magick and learning
Chaos within me, chaos within thee
In the darkness, I am unknowing
As I ascend, writhing
The outside withers
Dissolving unto memory
No returning, no holding on

For the ambassadors of courage
Unfoldment is always due
Legends never finish
The hunger always rings true
And to the fellow traveler
It will always be me and you

Sharpen the blade
At the heart of the wound
For it shall be
The deepest carving

Sharpen the blade
At the heart of the wound
For it shall be
The deepest carving